Hi everyone! ^-^ I am sooo happy! YAY! I get to type right now and I have a
very depressing story on my mind. I want it to have a happy ending though
but I'll have to wait and see what happens. Right now I am typing this but
I won't upload it until later. That way none of you can get mad at me. ^-^
Well, let's let the fun begin!
Syaoran: "Fun? You call this FUN?!?"
SM (Sapphire Midnight): "Watch it Syaoran. You know what happens when you make people mad."
Syaoran: "DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY STORIES I'M IN?!? IT KINDA GETS BORING WHEN YOU DIE FIFTY MILLION TIMES!!!"
SM: "Yeah, but at least you get to be with Sakura a lot."
Syaoran: *blushes*
SM: *grins mischievously*
Syaoran: "Don't say it. Don't you dare say it!"
SM: *looks at him innocently* "What?"
Syaoran: "Don't you... uhh... want to... uh... start the next chapter?"
SM: "You looooove her, you want to hoooold her, you want to kissssss her, you want to marrrrry her..."
Syaoran: *clenches his fists.* "I DO NOT!!!!!! SHUT UUUUUP!!!!!"
SM: "Fine." *grins once again and starts humming the tune*
Syaoran: "Sapphire Midnight...." he said in a warning voice. *covers ears and tries to block out all sound*
SM: "Alright, alright! I'll start the chapter! Here ya go everybody! Enjoy!"
Disclaimer: I do not own Cardcaptors or the characters. They are owned by CLAMP!
A Wilted Cherry Blossom Chapter 1
*****Sakura*****
I stood there, shaking like never before. I was so scared I could have peed my pants... if I had anything in my bladder. I hadn't eaten for five days, and I have only gotten three cups of water during that period of time. I couldn't believe it had all come down to this.
Japan had gone to War against Hong Kong, and now everything was complete chaos. I love my country, and it's people, but I never expected this to happen. I was one of the many people whom were captured. I wasn't in my home country, Japan, any longer. I was on the traitor's land. Were they traitors though? I didn't know any Chinese people. What was going on?!?
No, that wasn't the right question to ask. I knew perfectly well what was going on. I was being sold... as a slave. Me, happy, cheerful me, a slave to hard labor. Who would buy me? I didn't have any strength left. I hadn't had any food in my stomach for almost a week, and I was starting to get a fever. Where is my family? Are they worried about me? Are they safe?
My mind kept thinking of first one thing, then another. I was scared. No, scared wasn't the right word, I was terrified beyond belief. Everything was happening so fast! I knew that my life just took a drastic turn for the worst.
The Chinese soldiers and slave traders arranged all of us in a line, shoulder to shoulder, facing the audience. My head started to loll to one side as my vision blurred. I shook my head, trying to snap out of it. I was toward the end of the line. A guy about my age, sixteen, was standing to my right. To my left was a young woman. She was crying and holding a baby, with her other arm wrapped around what looked like a two-year-old. I felt bad for them. At least they were together, but I had a feeling that that wouldn't last for very long.
A sharp pain in my stomach made me double over. My head was splitting because I was so dehydrated. My throat was dry and I knew that if I tried to speak, my voice would sound like a broken whistle.
"Stand up straight," came a hushed but firm voice. It took me a while to realize that the guy next to me was the one speaking.
I looked up at him, helplessly. He was standing straight and tall, his body firm. His eyes showed no emotion. He wasn't looking at me, but straight out at the crowd. Unruly brown hair fell in front of his eyes.
It took me a while, and my mind and body resisted, but eventually I was in a standing position, back perfectly straight. This guy must know what he's doing. He wouldn't be doing it himself if he didn't. But why? Did he WANT to be sold? [AN: You guessed it! It's Syaoran! ^-^ You are probably confused as to why he's here when he IS Chinese, but later on all your questions will be answered. ^-^]
"If you don't get bought, then they burn you alive," He whispered quietly, only his lips moving. "You don't want THAT now do you?"
I grimly realized that he just answered my question. What? Could he read minds or something? Then I gulped and felt the blood drain from my face. "B- b-burn you a-a-alive?!?"
I stood up as straight and tall as I possibly could and tried not to show anyone my fear. One by one Japanese people were being auctioned off. When it was the guy's turn who was next to me I stiffened, holding my breath. I would be next. A lot of people were trying to outbid the next. He would be the 'slave' worth the highest price.
"Ye can train 'em when they're that young," Came an ill-educated voice from the crowd.
"Look how strong he is already! He'll definitely be worth the price!" came another person's perspective.
A man with an emotionless voice and vacant eyes kept silent. He was wearing black robes, and looked eerie and suspicious. He outbid all of the others, and an evil, twisted smirk crossed his face.
The slave traders led the guy to the man in the robes and collected their sum. Now it was my turn. I gulped and tried to stand tall and look strong. I didn't know what I quite expected, but when they started to bid there were whistles and cat-calls among the crowd. My face burned and I took a step backwards.
An older man with barely any hair had a stupid smile on his face. "Come to papa," he said, drooling.
"She's only sixteen?!? She's already in full bloom!" Came a deep voice.
I looked over at them in disgust.
"Full bloom? She's just starting to blossom! Wait till she gets older!" An ugly man said from the front of the audience.
This went on for about ten minutes. I stood there, shocked. My face was scarlet. 'What if one of those men bought me?!?' I thought to myself, horrified. 'What if…*gulp*…"papa" bought me?'
All of my embarrassment washed away, replaced with anger and disgust. I turned to run, but the slave trader caught my wrist and jerked me backwards.
"If they like ye this much, babe, we won't even let ye TRY ter run away," He growled in my ear. "But then again, maybe I'll just keep ye fer myself."
His breath was hot against my neck, and it reeked of dead fish. I clenched my fists and narrowed my eyes. "I_don't_think_so!" I said firmly. His grip on my wrist tightened. I elbowed his stomach and he doubled over in pain. I wrenched myself out of his grasp and started to run, hard and fast!
Now others were trying to stop me. Someone grabbed my arm; I whipped around and socked them in the face. Someone else grabbed the back of my neck; I kicked backwards as hard as I could and grinned triumphantly when I saw that my captor was a guy. I ran and someone jumped toward me. I maneuvered just in time and spun around to see him fall flat on his face. I started running but his hand lashed out and he grabbed my ankle. I fell flat on my stomach.
I twisted and turned but he still held on. I was aware of everyone's eyes on me. I finally kicked his face and gave him a bloody nose. I flipped upward and landed on my feet. My anger guided me.
I looked to my right and saw the next target. I ran straight towards him and then started flipping onto my hands, then feet, over and over. I finally jumped up into the air and spiraled over his head. I landed with my feet together, hands stretched outward.
I smirked, 'Gymnastics…can't live without it.' I glared at all of the crowd in defiance. "I am NO slave! I work for myself, and that's all!" I spat the words at them as if I couldn't stand them on my tongue. They were pigs!
I turned on my heal and…bumped into something. I faltered and fell back about three steps. I gasped wide-eyed in horror. I didn't bump into something… I bumped into someone!
"You put up a pretty good fight there SLAVE," He said, emphasizing the last word.
I glared at him. He was the man who bought that guy next to me. He had jet black hair, moss green eyes, and ebony robes. He gave my the shivers.
"I could use someone with your attitude, and I believe my… house… would be the only place that you couldn't escape from." He took a step forward. He looked like he was in his middle twenties. "I like you… and THAT is saying something. You'll be a good slave."
"Who says I'll serve YOU?!?" I spat.
He raised one eyebrow. "You will if I say so; and I say so. You will find that you won't be able to resist."
He turned to walk away to the slave traders, stopped, and looked over his shoulder at me. "I'll have to remember your attitude, girl," He growled. Then he muttered an few words and walked over to the slave traders, handing them a big, fat purse. That sealed the deal. I was now his 'slave.'
I turned to run, but my feet wouldn't move. I looked down at them in horror. 'What's going on?!?' I tried to lift one leg, then the other. It didn't work.
"It could be worse,"
I jumped; well, I would have if my feet weren't planted in the ground. I looked to my left and saw the familiar guy with messy brown hair. He had intense amber eyes that seemed to bore right through me.
"At least you're not dead."
"Thanks for the comfort," I said wryly.
"Well, it looks like we'll be working for him together," then he shot me a glare. "Just don't get in my way."
My eyes widened a little bit. 'Touché,' I thought to myself. I said, "As long as YOU don't get in MY way, I won't bother YOU!"
"Fine," He replied, looking the other way.
"Fine!" I yelled, agitated, worried, and scared.
I looked down at my feet and thought I saw an orange-yellow aura around them. I shook my head, thinking I was seeing things. [AN: Sakura doesn't know she has magic yet. Things will be pretty interesting. ^-^] I stood up straight and tall, my head throbbing. I closed my eyes and concentrated on my feet. With all my force, I pushed at the thing keeping my feet in place. I squinted my eyes in concentration, and with my last remaining energy, I tried to pry my feet from the ground.
I felt a release of energy and my eyes snapped open. I stumbled back a few steps and realized that I freed myself. I smiled, proud of myself. Then a sharp pain at my temple made everything spin around me. There was a roaring in my ears and then I fell to the ground. Everything went black.
Well, this is where I stop! I know that a lot of people write about Sakura or Syaoran being servants, but this is completely different, I assure you. ^-^ I REALLY REALLY hope that you like it! ^-^ I know it's sad and everything right now, but it shouldn't last for too long. Soon it will be a REALLY KAWAII fic!!! I promise! But… it MAY take a while. I hope you can bare with me here! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW!!!! I would REALLY like your opinion on this. Well, see ya!
Syaoran: "Fun? You call this FUN?!?"
SM (Sapphire Midnight): "Watch it Syaoran. You know what happens when you make people mad."
Syaoran: "DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY STORIES I'M IN?!? IT KINDA GETS BORING WHEN YOU DIE FIFTY MILLION TIMES!!!"
SM: "Yeah, but at least you get to be with Sakura a lot."
Syaoran: *blushes*
SM: *grins mischievously*
Syaoran: "Don't say it. Don't you dare say it!"
SM: *looks at him innocently* "What?"
Syaoran: "Don't you... uhh... want to... uh... start the next chapter?"
SM: "You looooove her, you want to hoooold her, you want to kissssss her, you want to marrrrry her..."
Syaoran: *clenches his fists.* "I DO NOT!!!!!! SHUT UUUUUP!!!!!"
SM: "Fine." *grins once again and starts humming the tune*
Syaoran: "Sapphire Midnight...." he said in a warning voice. *covers ears and tries to block out all sound*
SM: "Alright, alright! I'll start the chapter! Here ya go everybody! Enjoy!"
Disclaimer: I do not own Cardcaptors or the characters. They are owned by CLAMP!
A Wilted Cherry Blossom Chapter 1
*****Sakura*****
I stood there, shaking like never before. I was so scared I could have peed my pants... if I had anything in my bladder. I hadn't eaten for five days, and I have only gotten three cups of water during that period of time. I couldn't believe it had all come down to this.
Japan had gone to War against Hong Kong, and now everything was complete chaos. I love my country, and it's people, but I never expected this to happen. I was one of the many people whom were captured. I wasn't in my home country, Japan, any longer. I was on the traitor's land. Were they traitors though? I didn't know any Chinese people. What was going on?!?
No, that wasn't the right question to ask. I knew perfectly well what was going on. I was being sold... as a slave. Me, happy, cheerful me, a slave to hard labor. Who would buy me? I didn't have any strength left. I hadn't had any food in my stomach for almost a week, and I was starting to get a fever. Where is my family? Are they worried about me? Are they safe?
My mind kept thinking of first one thing, then another. I was scared. No, scared wasn't the right word, I was terrified beyond belief. Everything was happening so fast! I knew that my life just took a drastic turn for the worst.
The Chinese soldiers and slave traders arranged all of us in a line, shoulder to shoulder, facing the audience. My head started to loll to one side as my vision blurred. I shook my head, trying to snap out of it. I was toward the end of the line. A guy about my age, sixteen, was standing to my right. To my left was a young woman. She was crying and holding a baby, with her other arm wrapped around what looked like a two-year-old. I felt bad for them. At least they were together, but I had a feeling that that wouldn't last for very long.
A sharp pain in my stomach made me double over. My head was splitting because I was so dehydrated. My throat was dry and I knew that if I tried to speak, my voice would sound like a broken whistle.
"Stand up straight," came a hushed but firm voice. It took me a while to realize that the guy next to me was the one speaking.
I looked up at him, helplessly. He was standing straight and tall, his body firm. His eyes showed no emotion. He wasn't looking at me, but straight out at the crowd. Unruly brown hair fell in front of his eyes.
It took me a while, and my mind and body resisted, but eventually I was in a standing position, back perfectly straight. This guy must know what he's doing. He wouldn't be doing it himself if he didn't. But why? Did he WANT to be sold? [AN: You guessed it! It's Syaoran! ^-^ You are probably confused as to why he's here when he IS Chinese, but later on all your questions will be answered. ^-^]
"If you don't get bought, then they burn you alive," He whispered quietly, only his lips moving. "You don't want THAT now do you?"
I grimly realized that he just answered my question. What? Could he read minds or something? Then I gulped and felt the blood drain from my face. "B- b-burn you a-a-alive?!?"
I stood up as straight and tall as I possibly could and tried not to show anyone my fear. One by one Japanese people were being auctioned off. When it was the guy's turn who was next to me I stiffened, holding my breath. I would be next. A lot of people were trying to outbid the next. He would be the 'slave' worth the highest price.
"Ye can train 'em when they're that young," Came an ill-educated voice from the crowd.
"Look how strong he is already! He'll definitely be worth the price!" came another person's perspective.
A man with an emotionless voice and vacant eyes kept silent. He was wearing black robes, and looked eerie and suspicious. He outbid all of the others, and an evil, twisted smirk crossed his face.
The slave traders led the guy to the man in the robes and collected their sum. Now it was my turn. I gulped and tried to stand tall and look strong. I didn't know what I quite expected, but when they started to bid there were whistles and cat-calls among the crowd. My face burned and I took a step backwards.
An older man with barely any hair had a stupid smile on his face. "Come to papa," he said, drooling.
"She's only sixteen?!? She's already in full bloom!" Came a deep voice.
I looked over at them in disgust.
"Full bloom? She's just starting to blossom! Wait till she gets older!" An ugly man said from the front of the audience.
This went on for about ten minutes. I stood there, shocked. My face was scarlet. 'What if one of those men bought me?!?' I thought to myself, horrified. 'What if…*gulp*…"papa" bought me?'
All of my embarrassment washed away, replaced with anger and disgust. I turned to run, but the slave trader caught my wrist and jerked me backwards.
"If they like ye this much, babe, we won't even let ye TRY ter run away," He growled in my ear. "But then again, maybe I'll just keep ye fer myself."
His breath was hot against my neck, and it reeked of dead fish. I clenched my fists and narrowed my eyes. "I_don't_think_so!" I said firmly. His grip on my wrist tightened. I elbowed his stomach and he doubled over in pain. I wrenched myself out of his grasp and started to run, hard and fast!
Now others were trying to stop me. Someone grabbed my arm; I whipped around and socked them in the face. Someone else grabbed the back of my neck; I kicked backwards as hard as I could and grinned triumphantly when I saw that my captor was a guy. I ran and someone jumped toward me. I maneuvered just in time and spun around to see him fall flat on his face. I started running but his hand lashed out and he grabbed my ankle. I fell flat on my stomach.
I twisted and turned but he still held on. I was aware of everyone's eyes on me. I finally kicked his face and gave him a bloody nose. I flipped upward and landed on my feet. My anger guided me.
I looked to my right and saw the next target. I ran straight towards him and then started flipping onto my hands, then feet, over and over. I finally jumped up into the air and spiraled over his head. I landed with my feet together, hands stretched outward.
I smirked, 'Gymnastics…can't live without it.' I glared at all of the crowd in defiance. "I am NO slave! I work for myself, and that's all!" I spat the words at them as if I couldn't stand them on my tongue. They were pigs!
I turned on my heal and…bumped into something. I faltered and fell back about three steps. I gasped wide-eyed in horror. I didn't bump into something… I bumped into someone!
"You put up a pretty good fight there SLAVE," He said, emphasizing the last word.
I glared at him. He was the man who bought that guy next to me. He had jet black hair, moss green eyes, and ebony robes. He gave my the shivers.
"I could use someone with your attitude, and I believe my… house… would be the only place that you couldn't escape from." He took a step forward. He looked like he was in his middle twenties. "I like you… and THAT is saying something. You'll be a good slave."
"Who says I'll serve YOU?!?" I spat.
He raised one eyebrow. "You will if I say so; and I say so. You will find that you won't be able to resist."
He turned to walk away to the slave traders, stopped, and looked over his shoulder at me. "I'll have to remember your attitude, girl," He growled. Then he muttered an few words and walked over to the slave traders, handing them a big, fat purse. That sealed the deal. I was now his 'slave.'
I turned to run, but my feet wouldn't move. I looked down at them in horror. 'What's going on?!?' I tried to lift one leg, then the other. It didn't work.
"It could be worse,"
I jumped; well, I would have if my feet weren't planted in the ground. I looked to my left and saw the familiar guy with messy brown hair. He had intense amber eyes that seemed to bore right through me.
"At least you're not dead."
"Thanks for the comfort," I said wryly.
"Well, it looks like we'll be working for him together," then he shot me a glare. "Just don't get in my way."
My eyes widened a little bit. 'Touché,' I thought to myself. I said, "As long as YOU don't get in MY way, I won't bother YOU!"
"Fine," He replied, looking the other way.
"Fine!" I yelled, agitated, worried, and scared.
I looked down at my feet and thought I saw an orange-yellow aura around them. I shook my head, thinking I was seeing things. [AN: Sakura doesn't know she has magic yet. Things will be pretty interesting. ^-^] I stood up straight and tall, my head throbbing. I closed my eyes and concentrated on my feet. With all my force, I pushed at the thing keeping my feet in place. I squinted my eyes in concentration, and with my last remaining energy, I tried to pry my feet from the ground.
I felt a release of energy and my eyes snapped open. I stumbled back a few steps and realized that I freed myself. I smiled, proud of myself. Then a sharp pain at my temple made everything spin around me. There was a roaring in my ears and then I fell to the ground. Everything went black.
Well, this is where I stop! I know that a lot of people write about Sakura or Syaoran being servants, but this is completely different, I assure you. ^-^ I REALLY REALLY hope that you like it! ^-^ I know it's sad and everything right now, but it shouldn't last for too long. Soon it will be a REALLY KAWAII fic!!! I promise! But… it MAY take a while. I hope you can bare with me here! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW!!!! I would REALLY like your opinion on this. Well, see ya!